The flight was perfect. Decent food, a drink or three and a movie. Straight through immigration. Everyone is smiling. I’m happy, relaxed and looking forward to my hotel room, a bubbly bath then tucking into something spicy. Aaah, bliss!
There’s the bus. What a charming driver! This seat’s so comfy. Off we go.
Ooops, he slammed on the brakes. Woo, we’re hurling forward. We’re going ridiculously fast, swerving this way and that. Mind that tuk-tuk, wooo, watch that car. We’re turning left, right, right (utter a prayer) left, stop, start, stop…and…we’re…there.
I’m exhausted. I’m queazy. Where’s the toilet? Where’s my bed?
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Fatimer Fakier Deria for the photo.
Stop Froggie to join in the fun!